Twenty seven sounds old to me. It’s that number within the twenties that has the most syllables. So it made me feel old to say I was turning that many syllables old. Maybe twenty eight and twenty nine will be easier??
Anyway, to celebrate (ahem…cope with…) my twenty seventh birthday and my officially have reached the final stretch of my twenties, Rob and I took a trip to Chester. It’s a beautiful English town on the River Dee that has officially been a city since 1541! A Roman fort two thousand years ago, some of the structures still exist, and the main roads follow the ancient Roman routes – pretty cool!
When we first arrived, I did this time lapse to experiment with the movement of people:
After settling into our hotel that’s been operating since the 1650s, we spent a good chunk of time on the first night drinking. And eating. I would suggest Havana Fiesta for dinner and drinks – great deals and staff! So make sure you go there, and then maybe have a drink at The Old Crypt, also known now as The Watergates, because it’s been there for almost nine hundred years. And that’s pretty freaking cool. I took a photo inside with my terrible camera phone so I’m a bit embarrassed by the lack of quality but the ceiling was so cool that I have to share anyway:
The next day after our free hotel breakfast, we took to the walls. The original Chester City Walls, which no longer exist, were created by the Romans nearly two thousand years ago! Amazing to walk along the history they encompass.
We also had a stop to look around inside the Chester Cathedral, which was originally founded by the Romans in 75 AD.
We decided after our cathedral meanderings that we needed a tea break so we stepped into what is nearly a convincing set of Central Perk in one of my all-time favorite shows, Friends. Service could use some serious improvement but it’s definitely got the look!
The buildings of Chester definitely left me in awe. They are truly gorgeous. I can’t believe how much care and detail were put into the architecture of these buildings centuries ago. They’re just stunning.
Before returning home we set out to find a castle and came across Peckforton Castle. Since it was built in the mid-1800s, it’s more of a castle aesthetically, rather than out of defense and necessity. Now it’s a hotel and home to birds of prey. Not to freak you out, but if you look close enough at one of the windows (I won’t say which one), there’s a man staring back…spooky…
To get to and from this castle, we had to go through this delightful tree tunnel (how English is that?!):